#you've been a delight to speak with and i appreciate your patience when i take forever to respond to a message HGUARGVJF

[vurelly]

slaps a sticker on my chest that says "I may be a content creator but that does not entitle you to my artwork, time, or attention."

[bloody-roses00]

Reunion

Yandere!Bakugo x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Trigger Warning: NSFW, Noncon, Somnophilia, Alcohol, Hints of Future Blackmail, Yandere

Propping himself up against the cool wall of the gymnasium, Bakugo mentally cursed himself for allowing himself to be roped into attending his high school reunion by his friends. When he first received the letter in the mail inviting him to attend the ten-year class reunion at U.A., he chucked it into the trash without so much of a second thought. He thought himself above attending some shitty party made up of washed-up heroes and extras desperate to relive their glory days. However, after enduring weeks of constant pestering by Kirishima and Kaminari, Bakugo finally gave in to their demands.

Throughout the evening, Bakugo tried his best to avoid chatting with former classmates while his friends mingled amongst the crowd. After grabbing a cup of punch, Bakugo resigned himself to wasting the night away at some pathetic function as his friends likely tried to get laid. As he mindlessly scrolled through his phone, he noticed a figure approaching him from the corner of his eye.

“Bakugo, is that you?” the woman’s voice called out to him. Furrowing his brows, Bakugo scowled as he reluctantly pulled his gaze away from his phone, looking up to the woman that stood in front of him.

“(Y/N)…” your name escaping his lips before he could even think, recognizing you immediately. You were a former classmate and friend who Bakugo had a crush on during your years together at U.A. Back then, Bakugo foolishly chose to ignore whatever feelings he had for you, far too focused on his goal of becoming the number one hero. 

It had been nearly a decade since he had last seen you, but as you stood in front of him, his feelings all came rushing back. To him, you still looked as beautiful as ever. Your body had matured, having grown into your curves, your tight black dress highlighting this. Your hair was styled differently, flattering your more defined facial features. But, the one change that caught Bakugo by surprise was the small diamond ring that sat on your left ring finger.

“So, how have you been, Bakugo?” your question pulls Bakugo out of his thoughts, his eyes leaving the ring on your finger to meet your eager gaze. The two of you begin to chat, discussing your lives. While you’re talking, the world around you disappears, Bakugo’s sole focus on you. He learns that shortly after graduation, you moved away from Musutafu, and your career as a pro-hero hadn't panned out the way you hoped it would. Instead, you now worked a dead-end job as a waitress at a diner. You've also been married for about five years to some man, whose name he can't be bothered to remember, who works some menial office job.

In the back of his mind, Bakugo can’t help but think that he could give you a better life, one that you deserve. He would be able to pamper you with gifts and allow you, as his wife, to stay at home. He’d be a perfect husband for you, he’s sure, better than your current one. You’d never want for anything as long as you would be a good little housewife for him.

Caught up in his thoughts, he only snaps out of his thoughts as he notices you’ve stopped speaking and are looking to Bakugo as if awaiting his response. “Sorry, what did you say?”

You laugh at his behavior before replying, "I said, it’s getting late, and most people have headed out by now, so I think it’s time for me to call it a night and head back to the hotel.” Oh, that’s right. He recalls you mentioning something about choosing to spend the night at a nearby hotel rather than driving home late into the night. Bakugo takes a glance towards the crowd, now considerably less dense as the hours went by. He scowled as he failed to locate Kirishima or Kaminari among them; the two likely left him to wander off to god knows where.

His attention turns back to you as you begin to say your goodbyes to him, but he stops you, deciding to take his chance, “Hey, what do you say we head back to my place?”

You try to decline Bakugo’s offer, always so thoughtful and reserved. Still, he continues, “We can spend time catching up over something a whole lot better than this crappy punch. Besides, I’d hate for you to have to walk alone through the city this late.” And it’s true, Bakugo has seen first-hand the dangers that lie in wait in the darkness of Musutafu.

After thoughtful consideration, you agree to accompany Bakugo back to his home, a much more appealing offer than the seedy hotel you were currently staying at. Bakugo’s lips tightened to a wolfish grin as the two of you began to walk back to his apartment, thankful that you were so obedient and trusting.

Arriving at his apartment, he’s quick to supply you with a generous glass of wine. The two of you reminisce about old times and talk of your current lives for what feels like hours, slowly becoming drunk after a few too many glasses of wine. Bakugo learns you’re a lightweight, noticing the way your eyes start to grow heavy and how your words begin to slur.

Bakugo watches silently as you rub your eyes, yawning as you stretch your arms. When you lean a bit too far, falling from your chair in a drunken stupor, Bakugo’s there to catch you. Deciding to get you to bed, Bakugo hoists you into his arms and carries you into his bedroom as you mumble incoherently. Setting you on the bed, he stands over you, eyeing your form with a lustful gaze.

Watching your breathing slow to a peaceful, Bakugo’s hands begin to shake and grow clammy as he begins to have second thoughts. No, he couldn’t afford to let you slip from his fingers again. Shaking his head, he waits a few minutes before slowly nudging your shoulder while whispering your name. When you fail to rouse from your slumber, Bakugo lets out a sigh of relief.

Through patience and determination, he manages to unzip your dress, tossing the clothing on the ground beside him. Taking a moment to appreciate the lovely view in front of him, he licks his lips as he eyes your perky breasts. His hands slowly pull down your bra to grope your breasts without the pesky garment interfering. Cupping your mounds, he massages them, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. Freezing, Bakugo waits a few moments before continuing his actions once more. Leaning closer to your bare breasts, he begins to nip and suckle on your nipples as they harden in response. 

Moving his attention downwards, he leaves a trail of wet, fervent kisses down to your navel. Pulling away from you, his fingers trace down your covered slit. Feeling the pooling wetness, Bakugo pulls your panties to the side. Settling his face in between your thighs, he teasingly licked at your entrance before burying his tongue in your warm cunt. As his tongue works wonders inside the crevices of your hole, his thumb rubs and squeezes at your bud. Despite being in a deep sleep, your body still reacted to Bakugo’s perverted acts, your toes curling as you came around his tongue.

Satisfied with his work, Bakugo hastily undresses, leaving on only his boxers. Freeing his hardened cock, Bakugo gives his shaft a quick few pumps as he lines the tip up with your aroused sex. Placing his hands around your hips, Bakugo gradually sinks into your heat. Finally burying himself fully within you, he releases a breathy moan.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” he hisses, pushing your legs close to your chest to allow him better access. Allowing you a moment to adjust, Bakugo begins to shallowly thrust. Leaning his weight on top of you, his lips meet yours as he passionately kisses you, his tongue swirling around your own. Pulling back, a string of saliva  connects the two of you as he moves onto your throat, sucking and kissing at the vulnerable skin there.

With his pace quickening, his thrusts become more sloppy, his hands tightening around your hips, likely leaving bruises. As he’s pummeling your tight hole, his eyes catch the golden wedding band on your finger. Smirking to himself in selfish delight, Bakugo can’t help but feel victorious. Sure, your husband might have held your affections, but he’s not the one fucking your sweet little cunt right now, is he? Besides, Bakugo’s sure that you’ll clearly see how much better of a man and partner he is compared to your pitiful husband. 

Growing closer to his climax, Bakugo intertwines his hands in your own, taking a sick sense of pride as he feels the metal against his fingers. Feeling himself approaching his breaking point, he exclaims, “Fuck, fuck, I love you!” Capturing your lips once more, he roughly pounds into your warmth, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix until he floods your womb with his cum.

Spent, his dick slowly softens, and he pulls out of you, watching as his cum oozes out of you. Tucking himself back into his boxers, he retrieves his phone, taking countless photos of you with his cum seeping out of your abused hole. He knows these will come in handy soon; he’ll make sure of it. Collapsing onto the bed beside you, he pulls you into a loving embrace. Placing soft kisses against the shell of your ear, his fingers brush through your hair. You’re his, you might not know that yet, but he’s more than willing to prove that to you.